Perfect World

Chapter 566: Chapter 566: A Forest of the Strong
 

Celestial Immortal Academy, higher realms.

By the lake, Feng Wu frowned and stomped on a fierce tortoise beneath her feet, her face expressing dissatisfaction. Naturally, she had heard the rumors about the terrible Haotian and was growing restless.

“I hope no one witnessed our fight, did they? My Immortal Sword was left there. Could this guy start spreading rumors?” she muttered to herself.

If Haotian bragged about crushing her nose or pinching her face as if they were amusing anecdotes, she would be absolutely furious. The mere thought of it made her unable to stay still.

“I can’t stand it, it’s unforgivable!”

She wanted to get a Holy Pill to immediately recover her Primal Qi and head to the Copper Sparrow Altar to seek revenge, as her defeat was unbearable and she had been ambushed before she could use her Innate Divine Arts.

Copper Sparrow Altar, one man standing alone, the ground covered with various beings from different races, suppressed in just an hour.

Although Shi Hao had not killed anyone personally, his notorious reputation grew. Every self-surrendering strongman’s defeat added to his tally, making the name Haotian synonymous with fierce terror.

“Ah, people from the Silver Clan have arrived,” someone whispered.

This clan was unique, their bodies half-metallic, half-flesh, shimmering silvery white, and incredibly strong, their bodies gleaming with a cold silver luster.

Legend had it that their ancestors were spirits born from the Ancient Silver Mine, melded with a Supreme from the human race, resulting in such a formidable lineage.

Their numbers were few, but their status was high, generally left unprovoked by common folk.

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“Descendant of Sinful Blood, though you are infamously fierce, it is your duty to restrain yourself and not cause chaos here,” a Silver Clan powerhouse said as he stepped onto the bluestone path, clinking as he walked.

“Though the great terror stands before me, you come with such bravado? Ridiculous! Don’t be so full of yourself. What, coveting my ‘terrifying skills’?” Shi Hao mocked.

He had overheard from captives behind him of this clan’s formidable reputation, but he remained undeterred, recalling that Willow Deity had once slain a Black Gold Finch, also an innate spirit, and these were merely descendants of the Silver Spirits.

“Dong!” The Silver Clan powerhouse charged forward while several people behind him sat on the ground, chanting scriptures without taking any action.

“Not right!” Shi Hao shuddered as space seemed to solidify, trapping him.

Those behind harnessed a Magic Artifact, chanting scriptures to activate it, shining like a silver sun overhead, sealing off the area.

The charging Silver Clan powerhouse remained unaffected and instantly approached, throwing a punch towards Shi Hao’s head, fierce and sharp, with silver characters bursting forth.

From afar, some spectators exclaimed. The glowing artifact in the void was a “Silver Dao Flower,” a treasure of their clan, rumored to be refined from the essence of their ancestor.

They had brought the artifact’s soul into the Spirit Realm, a significant move indeed.

“Open!” Shi Hao roared, his Divine Power boiling, his whole body glowing as he struggled to block with one hand, managing it with great difficulty.

“Boom!”

The Silver Clan powerhouse attacked, their clash sending Shi Hao flying, astonishingly still alive despite being suppressed by the Silver Dao Flower.

“He actually survived,” the Silver Clan powerhouse marveled.

“Just a Dao Flower, not your ancestor in person, much less within the suppressed domain of the Copper Sparrow Altar. Watch how I break you today.”

Shi Hao mumbled, slowly standing against the immense pressure, his body burning brightly with divine flames, as if carrying a massive mountain.

He revealed a Kun Peng back, broad and encompassing the sky, sculpted by the morning light and overlapping with his figure, drawing awe and speculation from the crowd.

“Kill!”

Shi Hao shouted, his movements hastening. Although the Silver Dao Flower was strong, it no longer suppressed him as he slowly moved.

After all, it was just a famous artifact, not a true treasure. The powers here still followed certain rules, reducing some of its might.

“Boom!”

Shi Hao erupted, a colossal figure awakening, his divine light soaring, breaking through the skies, shaking everyone nearby.

With a punch, feathers of golden bristle scattered, the feathers of a Kun Peng, accompanied by unstoppable power.

Across from him, those seated changed color, blown away by a vast force, unable to support their treasure.

And the Silver Clan powerhouse who attacked knew he was outmatched and swiftly fled, realizing he couldn’t suppress his opponent.

In the sky, endless golden feathers swirled, forming a radiant rain, exploding in vast ripples, enveloping him and dragging him back.

“Bang!”

Shi Hao tapped lightly, and the Silver Clan powerhouse coughed up silver blood, his body nearly shattering as he fell, unable to move.

“Escape!”

The others screamed, activating the Silver Dao Flower, wrapping themselves flying away. But then, a golden fist smashed down, sending the treasure flying, causing two to fall and be captured.

Even with the famously powerful artifact, the Silver Clan powerhouse was defeated and three were suppressed.

As more and more spectators arrived, eager to witness the infamous lower realm terror, inevitable fierce battles erupted. Although most were cautious, the area wasn’t short of arrogant geniuses.

As a result, the notorious Haotian grew increasingly fierce, suppressing a group of experts and dumping them on the bronze platform.

“People from the Giant Stone Clan have arrived.”

Rumbling sounds approached, a group of vast stone people, towering a hundred yards, moving with mountain-moving strength, their veins flowing with mountain god essence.

Shi Hao called out, throwing out the Divine Striking Stone.

“Keng keng…” The Divine Striking Stone bit voraciously, stone chips flying and greedily drinking the mountain god’s essence, reveling in it.

While it didn’t kill the Giant Stone Clan members, it severely depleted their vitality.

Unquestionably, this was blamed on Shi Hao. When word spread to the outside, it was said he devoured hundreds of mountain god descendants, cementing his fearsome reputation.

A commotion arose, a creature covered in golden scales and bearing a pair of Divine Wings walked forward, also featuring a vertical eye, exuding a formidable aura.

This triggered a wave of gasps, many people excited, and subsequently restless.

“A person from the spirit race has arrived, he is Zhen Gu’s younger brother, possessing astonishing talent, known as the Spirit King!”

The spirit race is a super colossal clan, with many branches, each of different forms, immensely powerful.

Zhen Gu, hailed as a Divine Being by nature, was born amidst various anomalies, his left hand wielding a War Spear formed from coagulated blood, a true “Primordial,” reputed to pierce through everything, the young Supreme of the spirit race.

The newcomer was his younger brother, named Zhen Lun, equally formidable, only without those Innate Divine Arts.

“I specifically came to learn a thing or two!” Zhen Lun clasped his fists, standing over two meters tall, his body golden, reportedly having been baptized by the Western Sect’s Vajra Elixir, turning into a golden body.

“Please!” Shi Hao’s eyes lit up, he now craved a battle, hoping to encounter a powerful opponent, and at last, an astounding fighter had arrived.

The younger brother of a “Primordial,” having also received blessings from the Western Sect, was undoubtedly an extraordinary figure, known as the king of the spirit race.

Zhen Lun charged forward, accompanied by a sky full of golden aura, unparalleled, wild like a War God, the blazing light filled the heavens and the earth, those fluctuations tremendously vast.

In an instant, many people around were shaken high into the sky, swept up by the endless golden light.

He was like a courageous giant, whereas other creatures were mere straw men, unable to withstand this pressure, tossed about.

Dong!

A thunderous noise erupted as Shi Hao met the charge, his palm colliding with the golden fist, exploding like a massive blast.

“Roar…” Zhen Lun roared, his golden hair standing on end, and simultaneously, a pair of golden wings from his back like broadswords, cleaving forward.

Clanging sounds deafened, this place’s dao patterns surfaced, characters dense, interweaving like lightning, Shi Hao’s palms continuously struck, combating those golden wings.

In moments, they battled for dozens of rounds, thunder roaring, golden streaks of lightning intertwining, as if two Celestial Gods were fighting.

“Shriek!”

Just then, the vertical eye on Zhen Lun’s forehead suddenly opened wide, launching a five-colored beam formed by characters, booming resonantly, divine noise shaking the soul.

At such a close distance, no one could evade.

Shi Hao spread his arms, soaring like a phoenix, it was the first stance of the True Phoenix Treasure Technique, a pair of fiery-red Immortal Wings spanned across, reborn from fire, shielding him in front.

The five-colored characters in the vertical eye all struck the Phoenix Wings, sparks flying everywhere, clanging vigorously, like a piece of divine noise playing, many trembled, unable to bear the oppression.

This was an astonishing duel!

The vertical eye failed, its light completely receding. Shi Hao’s True Phoenix Wings were fully spread, continuously colliding with the opponent’s golden wings.

“Boom!”

In an instant, Kun Peng wings suddenly appeared behind Shi Hao, striking Zhen Lun’s golden wings into a bloody mess, forcing him to retreat.

“I soaked for forty-nine days in the Western Sect’s Diamond Pool, bestowed with an immortal body, yet it was still breached,” Zhen Lun spoke softly, amazed by Shi Hao’s physical form.

At that moment, his left hand illuminated, a scarlet beam coalescing into shape. It was a spear, bursting from the palm with Immeasurable might!

“How can this be, isn’t it said that only Zhen Gu is the ‘Primordial,’ born with a Coagulated Blood War Spear, capable of piercing through all obstructions? His brother has this ability too?” everyone exclaimed in shock.

Many wide-eyed, unbelievingly staring ahead.

Shriek!

Scarlet filled the sky, in just that instant, all other colors dimmed, the world left only with a one-meter-long blood-red War Spear, bursting from Zhen Lun’s palm, the red brilliance illuminating immortality, coexisting with the universe!

People shut their eyes, too dazzling to behold directly.

After an intense skirmish, as the scarlet receded, people could finally see the scene.

Shi Hao’s right hand was bleeding, with a terrible wound, the scarlet pulsing, nearly penetrating his palm, inflicted by a Coagulated Blood War Spear!

“How powerful, truly befitting that legend!” many exclaimed.

Zhen Lun, tall and imposing, his body radiating golden light, Divine Wings supported, unmovable, towering like a mountain, his aura overwhelming.

“Is this the Spirit race Primordial’s Divine Power? Truly formidable, capable of piercing my physique,” Shi Hao murmured.

“No, my Coagulated Blood War Spear can’t compare with my elder brother’s, its force far less,” Zhen Lun said, drawing back continuously, his body sounding with cracks, bones fracturing.

Moreover, with every step he took, he coughed up blood, clearly having suffered severe injuries.

“Then go and call your brother, I’d like to witness, experience the supreme spear that can truly pierce through all, coexisting with his left hand!” Shi Hao said. This Zhen Lun wasn’t overbearing and had even sustained a battle with him for so long, enduring over a hundred rounds; he was eagerly anticipating that true “Primordial” of the spirit race.

“Alright, I will convey your message!” Zhen Lun turned and left.

“Boom!”

Just then, a world-shattering boom resounded, from within those Golden Gates, erupting an unbeatable terrifying fluctuation, shaking one’s heart.

At this moment, many directly fell to the ground, enveloped by a huge pressure, unable to stand, all collapsed!

Following, a golden sun flew forth, resplendently vast, as if the universe’s will descended, pressing down on Shi Hao.

“This is…” many shouted.

Blazingly brilliant, unparalleled golden sun, a figure sat inside, like a Divine King high above, his whole body dazzling, his eyes closed, all light emanating from him.

The sun fell, he remained seated cross-legged, directly pressing down on Shi Hao with his body!

“This is a Primordial, from which clan?!” someone shouted, such power belonged only to those young Supreme beings.

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